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i91rub · 10 months

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𖦹 𓇼 ⋆ 🏖 ⋆ 𓇼 𖦹

⊻ ∿ 🍓˖ ⌒ 𓇼

rub! 🐻

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q-quackitys · 9 months

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🎮 headers rubius

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#rubius #el rubius #qsmp rubius #qsmp el rubius #qsmp layout #qsmp #qsmp pack #messy packs #messy layouts #rubius layout #el rubius layout #twitter layouts #twitter #streamers

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onlystreamers · 2 years

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headers?? <3

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#blue headers #rubius #spreen icon #twitch #messy moodboard #dark headers #light moodboard #la velada del año 2 #icon green #green #blue #green and blue #header #messy layouts #layouts #ask me questions #spreen #Rubius icon #shawn mendes

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shitedits · 1 year

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#rubius #rubius icons #icons #icons rubius #elrubius #elrubius icons #elrubiusomg #boys icons #male icons #twitter icons #layouts #twitter layouts #icons without psd #without psd

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mysticlightkies · 8 months

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﹫﹙#𝟣﹚⋮ Layouts de Rubius .ᐟ.ᐟ 🏁

—៹ icons y headers

— please like or reblog if you use them.

(por favor dale me gusta o rebloguea si los usas.)

#rubius #icons #twitch #twitter #headers #comunidad #streaming #streamers #twitch streamer #twitter layouts #inspiration #aestethic #aesthetic

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merao-mariposa · 1 month

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the one where their bedtime stories were legends with the smell of gunpowder.

first outlaw mini story!

Q/: How did Missa know about the legend of the Blood God??

Short answer Quakity told him. I am going to upload these short stories here! things that do not follow a line of events to complement//

The Extremo moor was, as its name call to imagine (outside of the extreme circumstances) the extreme between the most inhabited land and the one where everyday life was the battlefield for outlaws.

Those with a lack of balls did not last much longer than crossing the limit to fall like flies, 1, 2, 3, attempts and they lost them too quickly, they were too green for the fighting field.

Missa knew immediately that one of them could have been him, so confused and out of his comfort zone, he was lucky to have been found by Spreen for his team, he touched his chest gently, searching for his own pulse and held the idea firmer. That he survived so long solely thanks to them.

Which was a big lie, objectively speaking.

He will deny it but he adapted quickly, determined to improve and advance, it really took a toll on his enemies even though he couldn't see it. Which is why Spreen was interested in recruiting him in the first place, Missa was fun to have around no matter how bloody things got, it was perfect to have an extra set of hands and someone with a positive mood.

It had been at least an hour since the alarms had sounded for the last time, giving notice that the pvp would be deactivated and they would be given at least 10 hours to sleep before its next activation.

When the pvp was on, the bullets flew and it was often difficult to hear his companions between the explosion of gunpowder and the hooves of his frightened horses grinding the floors with him.

However, when it was turned off, violence was prohibited; an outlaw who raised his weapon against another at that time would suffer the consequences.

An hour after the alarm had put an end to today's violence and Shadoune and Spreen would not return to the cabin for another two hours.

The two-story cabin where they were hiding was a semi-hidden tactical place surrounding a rise in the land, approaching the nearest body of water. The place only had space for 4 people and their horses, but Missa, after three missed opportunities, had found a void. in the rules. that brought him back to the ring.

And he had taken the sheep with him, obviously.

They redirected the flow of the river so that it crossed below the cabin, they arranged a hatch that opened into the flow to fish from the river without having to leave the layout of their hiding place. Most of the beds seemed to surround the hatch where they were engaged in some recreational time.

At that moment Missa was sitting in the hatch with one of his lambs, the fishing rod next to his legs, forgotten in favor of combing the soft wool of his sheep-like son. Next to him Rubius was focused on getting a fish that was worth it for a bear, according to him.

As night fell as the players considered sleeping, Quakity was hardly awake and had reminded Missa that today it was his turn to sleep with him.

Rubius had given up on getting a late night craving and was now dedicated to grumbling in his own bed, if he couldn't have his snack at least he would have a bedtime story!

Between the bear's angry demands to be told a story and Quakity's arguments with Rubius, he almost forgot that he was about to sleep with Quakity.

In the same bed…

A blush croos Missa’s face as he laid mwarr-berlto down with the rest of the sheeps. It wasn't that he was in love with Quakity, it was a slight crush more than anything, but still the idea of being so close made him a little self-conscious.

"Sabes que no me puedo dormir sin un cuento, Quakity por Dios, ostia" The oldest outlaw in the cabin snorts.

"Eh ni me rezongues culero, ni rezongues, léete un versículo si tanto quiere dormir pendejo"

<Eh, don't grumble at me, asshole, don't grumble, read a verse if you want to sleep so bad, pendejo.>

“Missa, ven a la cama!” The outlaw with the skull mask swallowed nervously, but Rubios complained again at length.

“Deutronomios 23:1...”

“Que, wey?”

<What>

"Deutronomios 23:1, lee, lee ese Quakity seguro le gusta y se deja de quejar"

"Si, a ver deja lo busco…"

<Yes, let's see, let me look for it...>

Missa gathering his courage leaned over the bed where Quakity was sitting, if next to him some of them looked short next to Quakity Missa looked really tall so he made himself smaller helping Quakity look for it in an old book.

The laughter that fell from the mouth of the outlaw Big Q's was enough of an indication that they had found the right verse. Rubius demanded to hear it and the boy with the beanie obeyed, laughing.

-Those who has a damaged testicle or a mutilated virile member will not enter the congregation.

"Que- por que existe es versículo? Que d-?"

<What- why does this verse exist? What the-?>

“No se, no se!”

“It was the favorite of my late chicken, may he rest in peace” The man with long black hair received a pillow on the head and the laughter continued.

As they waited for the night to consume them or for their fighters to appear, the trio became engrossed in more and more fantasy stories.

Missa told more about Jacinto Lusmi, his chicken, and shared a story that Spreen had confided to her about an empire represented by the number 51 and a knight made only of Netherine.

Quakity rambled on about angels of death (which Missa ignored as it sent a shiver through the back of his mind), evil eggs, and the persecution of him with the Blood God himself (more like how he was chased by the Blood God)

Rubius, on the other hand, talked a little about his child Titi, about how he told them stories that them would be a savior of the world even though could barely pronounce their own name, wars against aliens, gods of karma and the legend of the powerful Mago Nogcturno.

Missa Sinfonia was an experienced one, the western reaper, he was in a war zone escaping from what he was used to and sharing a bed with a crush who he slowly saw more as a friend or brother first than a romantic interest.

But now under the starry sky, with the fish sleeping in the inner pond he felt like he was more capable of bathing in the chamber and caring for his companions. Stories that he would always remember and a calm that maybe he can get used to, somehow he maybe wanted some of... this calm for more long.

#qsmp #pissa au #cowboy outlaw au #outlaw stories #qsmp missa #qsmp quackity #mc extremo #qsmp rubius

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kadextra · 7 days

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in honor of this blog being 1 year old I’m gonna switch back to my very first layout here. BOOM flashback. angel q!rubius RISE

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sabriivante · 4 years

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